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seventeen

i wish it wasn't raining
i haven't seen the sun in weeks
but i just fell past your window
and you were fast asleep
the air here smells familiar
and it's pulling me asleep
it's like little gusts of magic
sprinkled with the memory
when you said
we'll both be famous
you an actor, me a rock star
all the concerts
all the kisses
friday nights, they never went too far
i was playing my guitar
and you were playing with your hair
and it feels like i'm still innocent
it feels like you're right there
it feels like seventeen, it's washing over me
i feel you breathing on my shoulder
and it's keeping me awake
it feels like seventeen, it hurts so much to dream
and i'm glad i don't have a picture
cause that's a thousand words
that make me wish for seventeen
they said hold on while it's here
cause you'll miss it when it's gone
but i wasn't worried about missing it
when it was gone
i was worried about missing it while it was here
i said i'd never grow up
but i told too many lies
cause my face just doesn't have the radiance anymore
and ah-ha
i'm thinking of when i first met you
it was weezer in the car ride
it was night at the loft
and the echo-wall
it was feathers, beads and alcohol
i know we got too crazy
but looking back
did we have fun
i wouldn't give it up to save me
and sometimes i still feel time is whispering
seventeen, it's washing over me
and i don't know what heaven feels like
but i imagine it must be pretty close to seventeen
it hurts so much to dream
when you said my eyes look pretty,
well back then my eyes felt pretty
i didn't want to lose my innocence
wish to god that i knew where it went
i guess it and all my radiance
is probably sleeping somewhere back at seventeen

 


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